Shamrocks And Shenanigans (LP Version) Lyrics
| Song | Shamrocks And Shenanigans (LP Version) |
| Artist | House of Pain |
| Album | House Of Pain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Butch Vig | |
| 作曲 : Butch Vig | |
| I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror | |
| If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah | |
| I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora | |
| Are you a whore or are you a lady? | |
| Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? | |
| Let me know hon, the deed'll get done | |
| Just assume the position, I'll take my rod | |
| And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' | |
| When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure | |
| I came to work your body, so let me do my job | |
| I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off | |
| Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes | |
| Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes | |
| Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot | |
| Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot | |
| I never been a front, I never a fraud | |
| I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord | |
| Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed | |
| I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest | |
| I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw | |
| From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus | |
| (boom sha lock lock boom) | |
| All right now | |
| (Boom sha lock lock boom) | |
| A little louder | |
| (Boom sha lock lock boom) | |
| Everybody | |
| (Boom sha lock lock boom) | |
| All right now | |
| Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper | |
| Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper | |
| Hit ya like a lyrical murderer | |
| I know ya think I have, but yo | |
| I never heard of ya | |
| Just because you heard of me kid | |
| **** around until you do the lifetime bid | |
| I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead | |
| When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed | |
| Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king | |
| It ain't no thing, my cargo ring | |
| We'll bust you in the crib | |
| I got the skill, you gots to chill | |
| Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus | |
| I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles | |
| I rock all mikes, I last all night | |
| I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts | |
| Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts | |
| Everlast, that's my name | |
| My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame | |
| The House Of Pain's the name of my clip | |
| You can't be down, punk, get off my dick | |
| You make me sick, like stawberry Quik | |
| Your style is wack, you ain't the mac | |
| So yo step back, get off the crack | |
| And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus (2x) |
| zuo ci : Butch Vig | |
| zuo qu : Butch Vig | |
| I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror | |
| If I was a Jew then I' d light a menorah | |
| I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora | |
| Are you a whore or are you a lady? | |
| Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? | |
| Let me know hon, the deed' ll get done | |
| Just assume the position, I' ll take my rod | |
| And then I' ll go fishin', I' ll get your river flowin' | |
| When it comes to givin' pleasure, I' m every woman' s treasure | |
| I came to work your body, so let me do my job | |
| I' ve never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off | |
| Cause now I' m makin' records, now I' m makin' tapes | |
| Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes | |
| Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot | |
| Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot | |
| I never been a front, I never a fraud | |
| I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord | |
| Cause I feel blessed, I' m casually dressed | |
| I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest | |
| I' m quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw | |
| From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus | |
| boom sha lock lock boom | |
| All right now | |
| Boom sha lock lock boom | |
| A little louder | |
| Boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Everybody | |
| Boom sha lock lock boom | |
| All right now | |
| Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper | |
| Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper | |
| Hit ya like a lyrical murderer | |
| I know ya think I have, but yo | |
| I never heard of ya | |
| Just because you heard of me kid | |
| around until you do the lifetime bid | |
| I' ll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead | |
| When it comes to tools, T' s the sharpest in the shed | |
| Cause I' m the 55 Cadilac king | |
| It ain' t no thing, my cargo ring | |
| We' ll bust you in the crib | |
| I got the skill, you gots to chill | |
| Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus | |
| I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles | |
| I rock all mikes, I last all night | |
| I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts | |
| Step up bo, I' ll kock out your gold fronts | |
| Everlast, that' s my name | |
| My unique rhyme style' s my claim to fame | |
| The House Of Pain' s the name of my clip | |
| You can' t be down, punk, get off my dick | |
| You make me sick, like stawberry Quik | |
| Your style is wack, you ain' t the mac | |
| So yo step back, get off the crack | |
| And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Butch Vig | |
| zuò qǔ : Butch Vig | |
| I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror | |
| If I was a Jew then I' d light a menorah | |
| I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora | |
| Are you a whore or are you a lady? | |
| Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? | |
| Let me know hon, the deed' ll get done | |
| Just assume the position, I' ll take my rod | |
| And then I' ll go fishin', I' ll get your river flowin' | |
| When it comes to givin' pleasure, I' m every woman' s treasure | |
| I came to work your body, so let me do my job | |
| I' ve never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off | |
| Cause now I' m makin' records, now I' m makin' tapes | |
| Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes | |
| Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot | |
| Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot | |
| I never been a front, I never a fraud | |
| I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord | |
| Cause I feel blessed, I' m casually dressed | |
| I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest | |
| I' m quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw | |
| From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus | |
| boom sha lock lock boom | |
| All right now | |
| Boom sha lock lock boom | |
| A little louder | |
| Boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Everybody | |
| Boom sha lock lock boom | |
| All right now | |
| Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper | |
| Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper | |
| Hit ya like a lyrical murderer | |
| I know ya think I have, but yo | |
| I never heard of ya | |
| Just because you heard of me kid | |
| around until you do the lifetime bid | |
| I' ll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead | |
| When it comes to tools, T' s the sharpest in the shed | |
| Cause I' m the 55 Cadilac king | |
| It ain' t no thing, my cargo ring | |
| We' ll bust you in the crib | |
| I got the skill, you gots to chill | |
| Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus | |
| I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles | |
| I rock all mikes, I last all night | |
| I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts | |
| Step up bo, I' ll kock out your gold fronts | |
| Everlast, that' s my name | |
| My unique rhyme style' s my claim to fame | |
| The House Of Pain' s the name of my clip | |
| You can' t be down, punk, get off my dick | |
| You make me sick, like stawberry Quik | |
| Your style is wack, you ain' t the mac | |
| So yo step back, get off the crack | |
| And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom | |
| Chorus 2x |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)